My Thoughts Keyboarded

Someone told me that writer’s block is basically the imaginary friend not willing to talk to the writer. If this is the case I think I lost mine, or perhaps he wandered off to a land where writing is as effortless as a waterfall or a sunrise.  And this post is my call, my ode and my plea for his mercy to come back to me. Every morning I take a 30-minute bus drive to work, through a freeway which is mostly surrounded by trees with little or no buildings of any sort. It is very calming journey. Except the humming sound of the bus, there is no other noise. In fact, it is kind of soothing to travel with that sound, it makes no sense and forms a background music to my thoughts. Morning sun plays with shadows on the floor and people are usually quiet, either scrolling through their phone or sleeping.  On these journeys, I either meditate, read or simply gaze through the window on the passing by sight with contemplation. I also make mental notes on the chang...

I bet, If you take a Singapore train by hand and rattle it in the air, the number of electronic gadgets flying out would be at least twice the number of people on board. And I also bet if you have a python taped to the ceiling of the cabin, no one would notice, because everyone is busy looking down on Ipad,phone,pod or psp. Occasionally you would find someone reading books, or handling their kids or adjusting a big bag from Mustafa. These are either housewives, old, Indians or all of the above.The good thing is no one cares about the business of other, and the bad thing is no one cares about the other. In the city where one can get happy meals at 2 in the morning and have wending machines to serve drinks all day long, no one needs anyone. Last friday, I was walking home close to 11 in the night after a solo basket ball game. I heard weeping sound from the side walk and went closer to check. There she was, a 68 year old beautiful Chinese lady s...

In a city where people couldn't wait few seconds before the signal turns green, Its only understandable that the body hanging from the tree, on the side of the road hardly got any attention. In the silent hours of today, an Indian worker in his twenties hanged himself  for unknown reason(s), I was told by my friend. Feelings are intangible but I could touch the sadness of death.For all we know this could be anyone related to us. Money? love? health? or sheer helplessness? Should I say, why the hell ?  or rest in heaven ? Unspoken nightmares? or failed dreams ? I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about jumping from high floor or slashing my own wrist at times. Believe me the luck I had in last several months can turn a good man bad. I was literally few events away  from turning bitter. But one good thing is that I always vocalised my problems.  I let them out, sometimes here, sometimes to my friends and mostly to my dear di...

"How long is one second chichu mama?" my nephew asked me, without lifting his head from the jigsaw puzzle we were playing. I looked up wondering what to say.  "hmmm.. I dont know kutti, why dont you tell me how long it is?". He smiled at me, with his iam-gonna-make-something-up-look. He held his two tiny hands apart as if he is holding an invisible ball and said "this much". The next ten seconds were long enough to pick him up and swirl him around. He put his arms out and pretended to be a jet plane. We crash landed on the bed and giggled for long. "NEXT.." the voice was loud enough to jolt me back to where I was. I was standing in the queue to student service at my college. It took one soft drink, 28 pages of Mitch albom's book and a day dream - in total a good two and half hours before I reached the counter.While the short Filipino lady waited impatiently, I fumbled through my valet and handed her my student ID.   " hi , I just finis...

2 am saturday night sitting awake with laptop on I have thoughts to fight and gauge whats right So I keep thinking on and on tonight. Projects to be done and books to be read but I gaze on cause there are things to be said. cheerful as gay and a smile ear to ear thats what people say but they dont see it clear. My heart is full but my valet is light for love is all i can give at will till my time is right. I keep forgetting its the material world I still keep believing that love could mend and all we need is some time to spend. I walk with dreams and sleep with nightmares I chase them all day like a dog and they croak all night like a frog. With millions friends to help and million hearts to cheer I keep hoping things would be better Its not easy when u give it all up for what u love may not fill today's cup I am tired and may lose to those black thoughts on the loose for words killed my smiles today and laughing so loud, but behold...

I have read somewhere that the best stories are the ones said from heart. I always try to adhere to this saying when it comes to writing posts. However I try hard not to write about regrets, guilt, or resentment be it my own or others. But today I just feel like pouring my heart out. My buddy circle at work used to be amazing. In the last one and half years, we watched movies, cooked, played shuttle/cards, and have taken numerous trips together. There were ups and down, stupid and serious fights but we always retire to the oneness vibe. But these days the ego clashes going on between some is shaking the entire group. I am faced with outmost difficulty of maintaining neutrality. Worst case, I am getting involved in this energy draining exercise and it backfires. I find it hard to convince them, even to do the right thing. It seems people are just fine the way they are and don't want anyone to shake their "perfect" universe. I always go out of my way to pacify, to be good ...

Have you ever wondered why pets-dressed-like-human contests and thousands-join-to-brush-in-public finds slot in headlines of our channels? And why people dying daily in countries like Iran or Africa news were not given much importance? Few months back, I was shocked to learn that media project mostly good news about developed countries. Even small happenings there are force fed to all of us. That’s why we watch the dog show happening in US/UK which doesn’t have any relevance or impact on us. What about under developed nations? Only the worst of worst news is projected and they don’t even receive the deserved attention. So what makes news NEWS? You may find numerous answers to this question, but it can be mapped to single most powerful word - Impact! What’s the disaster? How many people died? How many affected? How much loss? The more the damage is, higher the Impact. Higher impact means more TRP . Why TRP is important? Because it’s what channels own and bid, to attract advertisers. Whe...

Do you judge yourself? I do it all the time. I have to put a tag on my actions. "Good, very good, devil, pure devil, Kind, rude, silly, smart, dumb, dumber, dumbest "- and 1000 other personalised tags which comes handy all the time. There are loads of good tags. Sometimes it keeps me on to nth cloud for long. Like the time I helped an old lady. It happened a year back. I met this Indian couple in the lift, and the lady had a troubled breathing .Thirty years of experience was more than enough to make me see its the Asthma attack. Upon speaking I learnt the old couple were on the tour with family and forget to carry her medicine. I promptly took out and gave my inhaler. Since asthma attacks are unpredictable I always carry it with me. Thank god Asthalin is the common prescribed drug. I was already late to work so I asked them to keep it. Couple of days later, their whole family was at my door. They wanted to thank and return my inhaler. They also gifted me 1kg of Indian sweet. ...

What would happen if you tell Calvin that Hobbes is just a stuffed toy ? Just imagine how shocking it can be to him. You think you know a person for many years and you realize you don't know him that well. The mental(!?) picture of him doesn't even remotely in anyway resembles him. I would like to call him somebody, As of now he feels somebody to me These are the things I found out about him in past few months Somebody poses picture of Mr. independent But don't even know how to properly iron his own clothes Somebody wishes he could stay around 29 and never get to be 30 So he don't have to answer, "are you still single ?" - pseudo sympathetic questions Somebody wishes his dad could be rich to let him do higher studies, So he don't have to worry for loan to be repaid, family to take care of. Somebody who works in a job which is no where closer to any profile he did all these years,But took the job because it is in abroad which would make his parents and hims...

Blogging seemes to be impossible. Everyday I am thinking of writing a new post, but I get the feel I am not good enough. I couldn't stop comparing myself to bloggers who get lots of comments even for their two line posts. The only way to overcome the fear of writing bad a post is by writing one :). I mean practice does makes one perfect and this isn't going to stop me from expressing myself. I often hear people saying they are very spiritual. Later I find out all they were mentioning is about the puja they do. Some people use spirituality word without knowing the meaning of it. There are two different things - being religious / being spiritual. what ever one do like performing the rituals of one particular religion doesn't make him spiritual for example saying slokas and doing puja that's not spirituality ,but religious. what Adhi Shankarar has experienced, what he preached in bhaja govindham,what he explained in his nirvana ashtakam is spiritual. Spirituality is journe...

The crows in Chennai are happy with arrival of another statue for Shivaji Ganesan. Don't we had enough statues on the road already? wouldn't it be better if these statues are either in museum or at parks rather than on road ? Don't we have enough traffic problems already? With due respect to Shivaji for his acting , Its unnecessary to crowed up the roads with all these statues. And when there is a remembrance day these roads gets blocked by the politicians to show "media respect" to the statues. In fact leaders(if alive)will be extremely happy to see their statues removed for the better traffic and not to get pooped by crows. As the traffic problem getting worse everyday in Chennai, we will soon face challenges in getting to office or to satisfy our basic needs such as water supply. I cannot stop comparing cities like London in this matter. Everyone uses metro/tube trains, which is fast and efficient way to roam inside the city. Most of them live outside city and ...

Leather shoes are my favorite ones, I always like to wear them shining. Every now and then I buy silk sarees for my mom. Whether its National geographic or Animal planet Lion chasing a mammal would be my game show. No need to tell about my liking towards leather belts and purse. But if some asks me ..chaa I am vegetarian! What the heck, Am I a lactic vegetarian?(since I take milk) Am I a Ova vegetarian (since I take egg through cakes). First of all Am I a vegetarian ? When I go abroad Some of acquaintances amazes how I can live on vegetables and fruits. How far can a religious belief make one forbid tasty food (according to them). I don't eat flesh because I am a Hindu, I don't eat them because of my choice. I was brought up in a Hindu family. I was always told that's a forbidden bad food, bad smell. Now even if I want to eat/taste it I still don't like it. Leaving aside my choice, I happen to read an article which talks about the best suited food for human body. The st...

This post is my mail to one of my friend who supports reservation. The reservation issue talks are bummed now but still I felt like blogging it here. "India must be the only country in the world, where people fight to be called backward" , you know what, its no more social equality it has become the privilege for the backward, they appear to be against the caste system but they are the one who are very interested in reservations. They are in majority and has to be given this privilege and they should be guarded at all costs, through false theories, lies, fictitious stories, emotional blackmail and threats. even today many crimes are committed against SC/STs in villages by powerful OBC and of course with political support/background. I think after 50 years of independence its the middle class which needs social equality.Middle class do not live a life as what mehta has depicted. They strive to give good education to their children.And their dreams are simply whipped off when o...